Saturday night we invited Kate and Eric over to watch the Jazz game (they lost, boo). Kate was so nice and made some brownies and brought them with some ice cream. We put them on the table and went downstairs to watch the game.
About half hour later Bentley joined us, looking rather guilty,
...and fat,
...and smelling like brownies.
I went upstairs to see the damage and 3/4 (if not more) of the entire 9X13 pan of brownies was gone. She had chowed down! I thought it was funny for almost maybe a second until I remembered that chocolate is poison to dogs.
A couple of weeks ago Bentley found a whole bunch of pasta at my mom's house. That time you could tell she was not feeling well at all. She was breathing funny and wincing like she was in pain. She threw up two times and was back to her normal self.
This time she threw up over 25 times throughout the night and the next morning. I called my vet's after hours center at about 12:30am, freaking out and crying (I feel sorry for the lady on the phone). I explained to the lady what happened and she told me to not let Bentley eat or drink anything to let her tummy rest and that they'd be open all weekend if I decided to come in. By this time Bentley was no longer throwing up brownies, she was throwing up food she had eaten earlier, and the water I'd been trying to give her so that she wouldn't get dehydrated. I figured that since the chocolate was out of her system that maybe the throwing up would stop if I stopped giving her water. So I went to bed.
Bentley thew up all throughout the night. Neither Lance or I got any sleep, and we had to wash two comforters.
We finally took her to the vet at 10:00 Sunday morning.
Two hours and 500 dollars after that, we left. Bentley had to get a blood test, a heart monitor, a few medicines (three of which she has to be on for the next week), and some liquids that they put under her skin with the hopes that her body would absorb it to help with her dehydration. The vet said that Bentley is lucky to be alive.
She's still not quite back to her normal self, but she's a lot better than she was Saturday night/Sunday morning.
I love my Bentley so very, very much. I honestly don't know how I would have acted if I lost her. She is so important and special to me. I consider her my best friend. She's always so happy to see me, she is a very good listener (even if she has no clue what the heck I'm saying to her), and she is extremely obedient.
What I have learned from this experience is to never have children. I'd be an awful mother.
oh my heck that was way worse than I thought!! I was a pretty worried when we saw how much she ate but I really didn't think she would throw up all night! The poor little thing! I promise never to leave food on your table again!
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